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Diary

It's in those places that my heart belongs to

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Yesterday afternoon was pretty magical. I was lucky enough to be able to witness the first signs of Spring. The sun was high in the blue sky, shining on my woolen blanket, and heating up my back while I was working on some stitches.

I had initialy planned to hike a bit, and search for a beautiful lake that I can spot everytime that I take the train that brings me deeper in the countryside. I ended up walking for a few hours, without finding the whimsical lake. But it was so much better that way! Beautiful lake, I'm not angry at you. I'll search for you another time. You let me spent the most beautiful time in a mysterious woodland, discovering new places, smelling the young pine tree branches, and listenning to the birds that were welcoming the Spring. Dear lake, thank you for this wonderful day.